It is strange being a Stay-at-home-Dad. For instance a chant of "ihopeiwinatoaster, ihopeiwinatoaster" floating up the basement steps. My nearly seven [eight] (now nine) ((now ten)) [[eleven]] {twelve} year-old twin boys concoct, devise, arrange, invent, write, say, imagine and dream the damndest things. Things that make me wonder. Ideas and stories that I may think on for days after I encounter them. I'll share some here. They made me do this.
Essential. Childhood. Nonsense. Explained.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Saint Paddy's Post

Here's what you need to know:

"He yusd clovers to git the trinidy well known."

Yep, sometimes it is that easy.

From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ..."